Discalimer- I own nothing, nadda, zilch.

For- Imadizi

Name- Back to Roots

Summary- What happens after Lindsey leaves LA, and the "evil hand" incident. This is my first Lindsey story, so please enjoy. It is meant to be humerous little ficlet.

Rating- PG-13 for language reasons


Back to Roots

"Shit." Lindsey said, seeing the flashing red and blue lights appear behind his truck. He turned the wheel to the right and slowed to a stop, although he was tempted to run. He got the window rolled down just as a cop reached it.

"Do you know what's on the bask of your truck?" the officer said.

"Hello to you too officer."

"Just answer the question son."

"The name 'Chevrolet'?"

The officer nodded thoughtfully. "Come on out here and take a look."

Lindsey waited until the officer had turned his back before rolling his eyes. He did get out of his vehicle though, and went to the back of his truck. That's when he saw the sign. "Cops Suck." he read out loud.

The conversation with Angel a few minuites ago replayed in his head. Bastard, he thought. "Officer, look,I swear I didn't put that there. My name is Lindsey McDonald..."

"From the lawfirm?" the officer asked.

And here I was hoping to get away from all that shit..., he thought as he answered. "Yeah." he groaned.

"Oh, sorry about that. Go on then."

Lindsey was confused, but if the cop was going to let him off... hey? Who was he to argue with the law now? He went back to the cab and got in, tucking the sign in the back with him. As he started up the car again, he heard the cop yell after them, "Tell them all thanks for getting me outta that scrap a caople weeks ago!"

Lindsey's only reply was to stick his middle finger out of the window, and blast down the road, away from LA.


So, you like? Please R&R.